Lapwings and Curlews. 



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the cry of all nature's voices, to our thinking, of 



RESORT OF THE PEE-WIT. 



so that though mournful, 



.-rsN^ 



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waste and solitary places; 

 there is no harsh 

 sense of inharmoni- 

 ousness.* If, indeed, 

 as the poet says, 

 "in nature there is 

 nothing melancholy," 

 it must be because 

 of these nice and 

 often unnoticed ad- 

 justments of sound 

 to circumstances, and 

 of circumstances to sound, 

 curlews in their V- 

 like order. We can 

 scarcely imagine lap- 

 wing or curlew mak- ._:^ 

 ing home in the leafy 

 coppice or green wood, 

 not to speak of the 

 richly "cultivated park 

 or garden. 



Nothing will better 

 bring before you than 



* The French naively name them dix-hnit (dees-weet), from their cry. 



LAPWING. 



And there go bands of 



